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New Release news!Claimed by Desire is now out.
Broken by the loss of his mate, wolf shifter Dylan returns to his birthplace in Wales with only one thing on his mind…revenge. When Aeron enters his life, their intense attraction is too powerful to ignore, and budding attraction soon becomes something deeper.

Steamy passion fills the pages of Claimed By Desire, Book 2 of my hot and sexy romance series, Wild Hunters.
*Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone*

Early reviews are already coming in and they say:
–“5* Claimed by Desire was an awesome, paranormal, sexy and very HOT story”
–“Oh boy do I love a good shapeshifter story, but that is an understatement, in regards to Claimed by Desire, because this was an amazingly fantastic read.”
–“Skye Jones wowed me with Claimed by Desire…not to be missed. Skye Jones has created a winner.”

What’s it about?
Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.

When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.

As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?
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This is the start of a new science fantasy series that I’m toying with. It’s post-apocalyptic, with shifters and dragons (who are not the shifters) and a new branch of the military. and is taking way more research than I expected. I think you can look for this one next year, late summer or fall I hope. And it kind of depends on whether I can come up with a title that’s a lot less cheesy than up above. Because I really don’t want it to come out with that one. 🙂

“Private Miller?” The corpsman’s voice held only the faintest quiver.

“You don’t need to be scared of me,” Riley said.

“I’m not scared.”

“That’s good. I’m terrified myself.” As jokes went, it sucked, but it seemed to break the tension. After all, he couldn’t be that dangerous, if he was still cracking jokes, right?

The corpsman washed him with rapid efficiency and held the jug for him to piss into. There was little enough to come out, since he hadn’t been able to keep anything, even water, down for—he didn’t know how long. It felt like forever. He’d moved well beyond being thirsty a while ago.

His vision was going weird again.

Please, not another seizure.

The corpsman was tucking a clean blanket around him when it hit, but this one was different. His muscles snapped tight so quickly he literally bounced off the mattress. This time, they didn’t stay tight. Instead, he flailed on the floor, barely aware of the leather sleeve breaking and his IV tearing out of his vein, streaming blood tainted fluids everywhere. He didn’t hear the corpsman screaming over the sound of his own muscles and bones as they tore themselves apart.

He did feel the bite of the tranquilizer darts. And they made something inside him very angry.

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Don’t look at my progress bars. Or rather, my ‘lack of progress’ bars. It’s been a week, but I’m going to try to catch up on a few things, not the least of which is sleep. We had an all night pool party in my basement last night, compliments of a January thaw, a bunch of rain and a cranky sump pump. But, despite that, I’m going to make words tonight. After I tickle you all.

The follow-up to Nuts About You, takes place several months later. Nathan and Vince are settling into that part of the relationship where things are familiar, but that familiarity itself is exciting. And Nathan’s sheer lack of judgement, as always, comes into play:

Nathan could have walked over to Vince’s in human form if he’d wanted. He’d done it before—it wasn’t that far, maybe a half an hour if he walked fast. And it was summer now. No cool breezes or sudden cold rain squalls to spoil the trip.

But there was something fun, almost illicit, in making the trip cross country in squirrel form. Climbing up one of the trees in Vince’s back yard, peeking in the windows to spy on his boyfriend. He still managed to catch him in the shower on a regular basis. Just the thought of it made him chitter in excitement as he bounded across the grass and up the trunk of the old oak tree. He scrambled out to the edge of the branch—

Dammit. Too late for his shower fantasies.

He spun around with a quick flick of his tail and raced for the ground. A magnolia tree half hid the window to the master bedroom. The branches were thin, but if he was quick, he could run the length of one of the stronger ones and make the jump from it to the windowsill.

Assuming the window was open. He didn’t try that on cold days anymore.

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It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this:

I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot in about 6 months and I can feel it in my left shoulder already after only taking 30 pokes at the little prince. But I feel better now and once I have coffee, I will be FANTASTIC!

So, remember the last time I posted a little Furface for you? And we figured out that Glyn can talk to the werewolves’ wolves? Does it surprise anyone that Glyn’s wolf has an attitude on him that could fill the Grand Canyon?

Glyn leapt off him (Levi), the sudden cramp in his gut at the separation a pale echo of the pain in his heart. He rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, his bare feet sure on the old wood boards, and raced up the stairs. Hi wolf whined and circled nervously inside him.

Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to talk about it.

He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the bang so loud it hurt his ears.

:That’s very helpful.:

Shut up, wolf.

The wolf sniffed and went silent, but even its silence spoke volumes. It didn’t think Connor was an issue.

Yeah, and I’m going to just leave you with that. This is going to be a fun book. 😀

And WOOT! Wrote over 2000 words today and finished the rough draft of Nuts About You! The rest went on Knight (and you have no idea how big a relief that was–I was dreading this scene, because I had no idea how it was going to turn out. Phew!) I’ll update the progress bar in a bit.